The Lover’s Prattle

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Qing Ruo's New Year's money was in the pockets of his parents, and it cost him a hundred dollars to sell him.

I spent three dollars to buy a bright red rose, and the remaining ninety-seven pieces were taken out of the cartoon packet and put into Xu Nianyang's palm.

Cookies of varying face value are mixed with biscuits, candy, and chocolate.

She lowered her head, the sunlight came over her dark hair and the light was dazzling.

Xu Nianyang held his hands full, and there was wind around him, so that he didn't blow out the things in his hands, he clenched slightly.

Qing Ruo was still looking down in the bag with her head down, and the last candy was buckled out of the corner, stuffed into his palm, and finally looked up to see him smile brightly like summer.

Xu Nianyang was wearing Xu's old work clothes, four large pockets on his chest, two below and two below, and Qingruo started directly on him.

Pull open the fabric on the two pockets, and hold the money and candy on both sides with small hands. The movements are all soft and waxy sounds mixed with the friction of the wrapping paper. ~ "

Seems to have a crush on strawberry-flavored things.

But she drank all of her strawberry milk every week.

Of course he did it on purpose, but now he suddenly felt that he shouldn't.

Xu Nianyang easily freed one hand, holding her two small hands that were still struggling, cool.

Putting everything back in her pocket, she rubbed her hands, warmed up and stuffed it into the little plush gloves hanging in front of her.

"If Ruo, let's go to the park."

"Um." Qing Ruo looked at him and nodded, one hand was pulled by him across the glove, his hand was in the cold wind.

Qing Ruo changed his posture, holding his arm, and shoved his hand into his pocket, where the candy was full, and he took out two by the way.

The hand with plush gloves was especially clunky. Qing Ruo was so angry that he did not peel the packaging shell twice.

Xu Nianyang kept looking at her, touching her hair and pulling her fluffy fingers with her hands to tear her off the wrapping paper.

Qing Ruo fed directly to his mouth and swallowed saliva. His eyes were so clear that he couldn't hide it. He wanted to be anxious. His voice was filled with sweet water. "Brother, ah ~"

Xu Nianyang didn't open her mouth, put the sugar in her palm, and put it under her mouth. She wanted not to start, Xu Nianyang said softly, "I will eat one."

The little girl was too late to answer, and she bowed her head in his palm, the warm and humid breath fluttered, the little lips opened in his palm, and the tongue touched the palm of his hand while rolling his sugar.

The girl raised her head with a smile, smashed her mouth and continued to peel sugar. Xu Nianyang raised his hand and looked at the sun. A bright line was printed on his palm line.

It seems to have been said that this line is the lifeline.

Because of the Spring Festival, even the street trees on the street were decorated with joy, and the whole street looked at the red territory.

Qing Ruo wore a red woolen hat, a red scarf, and pinkish gloves.

After walking for a while, she glanced at Xu Nianyang.

Xu Nianyang pulled her to avoid the crowded intersection, "What's wrong?"

The two had just passed the red street light. There were not many people on this road. If Qing stopped, Xu Nianyang stopped and turned to look at her.

She was so stupid with gloves, she pulled the gloves and took off the scarf around her neck, her pigtails were pulled back and forth, and she looked dumb and adorable.

Xu Nianyang frowned slightly, and she took her scarf around her neck with her body temperature.

She wouldn't bring it, and tied it directly in front of it, and didn't have to look at Xu Nianyang to know how strange it was.

Qing Ruo's eyes were dazzling, and he observed his masterpiece and was satisfied. He nodded in a peculiar manner, "Well, my brother must be a little red."

The parcel was pinned with the roses she bought for three dollars. At this time, she took it seriously and passed it on, "Brother, give it to you."

Xu Nianyang has grown a lot of meat recently, not as terribly thin as before, his face is sharp, and the mold that has not been opened is cold and handsome. He is always pressed by a grim coolness all over his body, unlike his peers and not too Like an adult, it feels contrary, but it always brings out a gloomy aura.

Now she was wearing a scarf around her messy circle, holding a rose in one hand, her hair was messed, and the shadow from the long eyelashes frowned tightly blocked the mood at the bottom of her eyes.

Just look at the shape, how to look stupid.

Xu Nianyang raised her hand and took care of her little pigtails. She put on gloves and turned her folded collar around her neck.

Holding her hand and moving forward, she said nothing, and the roses were folded into extra pockets and put in her pocket.

Xu Nianyang didn't really think of anything to change. His expectations were exhausted in prison three years ago, or as early as eighteen years old, maybe even earlier.

No need to dig deeper.

What is it like to live? Xu Nianyang didn't know and didn't need to know.

Beating, it doesn't matter.

Hunger and cold, in fact, it does not matter.

Because the last world will go to hell. At the last moment, he stood on the top of the ruined world's tallest building. Below is the zombies with no visible edge. Then, the last bullet in the gun was given to himself and given to the world The last human.

The human world, which has multiplied for thousands of years, is over.

So even if you are born again, you do n’t need to change anything. It ’s business as usual. In the end, he was satisfied and liked it.

The child was restless. The little guy he was holding was bouncing, his fingers rubbed with fluffy gloves in his palm, and his palm was itchy.

Xu Nianyang looked at her side by side and could not imagine what it would be like to die or become a zombie.

He frowned, his chill spreading.

If Qing Qing was staring at a pet shop, he would see Xu Nianyang's sprawling appearance.

He smiled sweetly and shook his hand. "Brother, you like the cute puppy."

Xu Nianyang's eyes followed the direction of her fingers, but there was no difference. The world in his eyes was an endless black, buildings, people, animals, plants, black, like the end of the world, like Before the world was born.

"Well, it's cute." Xu Nianyang nodded, a soft smile twitched the corner of his mouth, and his eerie breath instantly became fat like jade.

Qing Ruo held his arm, half of his body hung on him, and Barabara's soft voice was muttering to him, "I want to have a puppy, but my mother said no, the puppy pull Smelly, it smells bad at home, and cakes that Qing Ruo likes will also smell. "

"Smelly?" Xu Nianyang's cold voice was very soft, looking at the animals in the pet store not far away, smelly? If you like cakes, but don't like smelly ones.

Xu Nianyang graduated from junior high school and the Xu family did not allow him to continue high school, finding a part-time job for his factory in the suburbs.

Said to be zero-hour work, in fact, it is the same as the full-time worker's daily work content, but because he is young and cannot sign a labor contract, it can only be counted as zero-hour work.

The factory promised to give 200 yuan more each month, but the factory would not be responsible for the accident.

The Xu family agreed.

There is a worker's dormitory in the factory. Xu Nianyang has a cotton quilt, a quilt, a pillow, three sets of clothes and two pairs of shoes, all belongings.

The factory is in the eastern suburbs, an hour walk to the Xu family.

I work at 8 in the morning and leave at 6 in the afternoon. I take a break for an hour to eat. The factory provides three meals. I can eat but I can't eat well.

He walked an hour every night to the downstairs of Qingruojia Community, where Qingruo did his homework, and sometimes his parents were at home at night, except for not letting her out on weekends. Qing Ruo found a small bamboo basket, wrapped the wool with used scotch tape, and dropped it from the room window.

Qing Ruo ’s family is on the third floor, and the required lines are long or short, short and short. Put a note in the small basket, write a simple sentence or draw a very simple pattern, add a candy or a Fruits at home.

Two hours a day back and forth, Xu Nianyang walked for four years.

Xu Nianyang is now a head above Qing Ruo.

Inside, a black sweater is worn, and outside is a thin black coat with a large lapel.

Just in October, the climate in city K was mild, but morning and evening winds were a little strong. Yu Xu Nianyang could wear a single piece, but if he saw it again, he would add a coat.

They were all bought by Qing Ruo. Xu Nianyang stood at the gate of the community and waited for her. When she was bored, she thought about her small dormitory. From the slippers at the door to toothbrush and toothpaste, she bought it or two people bought it all Everything has her mark.

The girl in junior high school has grown her hair to the waist. She is not allowed to wear her hair at school, so she wears a ponytail when she goes to school. Now she puts down a little bulging trace near her neck, her eyes are bright, her lips are red and her teeth are white.

It seemed that Xu Nianyang had seen her smile.

She seems to have been like this all the time. From the first time I saw him, she looked at him in the dirty and narrow alley and smiled.

Sure enough, the smile is beautiful and hooking, and the eyes will bite.

"Brother ~"

"Um." Xu Nianyang nodded her head slightly, waiting for her to come forward, and raised her hands and rubbed her hair, "Is the work done?"

Qing Ruo bitterly face, rolled his eyes and patted his hand directly, walking forward without answering him.

Across two layers of sleeves, Xu Nianyang's arm dropped slightly, but she did not feel the temperature in her palm, followed a big step towards her and took her little hand, "Don't be angry."

He just said this casually, if Qing wouldn't be angry with him for such a thing, or that she wouldn't be angry with him as long as she didn't hurt herself, no matter what.

No need to confirm, he just knew.

The little girl hooked his finger with a smile, his arm had climbed over to hold him, half the weight of his body was pressed against his side, and he walked along all the way and told him something interesting in school this week.

Xu Nianyang listened carefully, and from time to time asked questions about his points of interest. Qingruo either answered him or ignored his questions impatiently and continued.

"Ruoruo, my biological father came to me, hoping that I would go home with him." Xu Nianyang waited until she finished speaking, her footsteps didn't stop, and her tone didn't change.

Qing Ruo exclaimed a little, and for a long time didn't answer, and his hand was instinctively followed by him.

"Brother, are you going back?"

Qing Ruo stopped and turned to ask him.

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this world,

I only believe in you.

—— [Black Box]